Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.